Page 52 of Stags

“Moon and sun, you’re demanding since you got off, aren’t you?” He was grinning. He lifted her legs and hooked them around his waist, bracing her back against the tree trunk. He bent down and drew one of her nipples into his mouth.

She gasped, rolling the back of her head against the tree trunk.

He sucked her there. Stopped. Lathed his tongue over the hard tip of her nipple. Sucked her again.

She made little cries to the leaves overhead, to the sky above it.

“You’re grateful, but you’re a very bad girl, and you don’t tell me, do you?”

“Thank you, sir,” she panted. “Thank you, sir, you’re very good at that.”

He sucked her other nipple. “You’re going to breastfeed our kid, right?”

She jerked her head down to look at him.

He had his eyes closed, sucking her.

She sputtered.

He looked up at her. “I mean.” He licked her nipple. “I think you owe it to our future offspring, Tawny.”

“You… you can’t just—”

“Yes, I can.” And he was kissing her mouth.

She shook her head. “That’s just gross to say during sex.”

“Aren’t you here because you want to get pregnant, though?” he said.

“Yeah, but we don’t have to talk about that.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about that? Reach down there and feel how hard I am, Tawny, and I want you to know that I’ve been working on this hard-on ever since I started talking about how I was going to breed you. So, it’s turning me on. And you’re mine. And I’m doing whatever I want with you. You told me to ‘use you,’ if I remember correctly. So, I—”

But he cut off because she was touching him, feeling the length and girth of him inside his jeans.

“This, um,” she said breathily, “this does seem like it’s up to the task of getting me pregnant.”

“It is,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you with it, Tawny, and you’re going to take my come, and then you’re going to say, ‘Thank you, sir’ for seeding you, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” she said in a guttural voice.

He kissed her. “Take me out, why don’t you? You got your hands down there. Do something useful with them.” After all, his hands were busy holding her legs around his waist.

She did it, and his thick, hard, hot cock was in her hands in minutes. She couldn’t help but gasp over it as she stroked it.

“You like?” he breathed.

“It’s very nice, sir,” she said.

“Call me ‘sir’ again,” he panted in her ear.

“Fuck me, sir,” she gasped.

“Shit,” he wheezed.

“I think…” She squeezed him. “If your hands are busy, you might need me to put you inside me, sir.”

“I might,” he agreed. “Put me inside you, pretty Tawny.”

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